latticed burst of crimson
passion plays, dusk and dawn
past the horizon yon stratus
~kat
Today’s Florescence for Jane’s Daily Challenge started to stir last evening as the sun was setting. ❤️
Tag Archives: Poem a Day
Florescence Day 15
True Story a la Florescence
so, my facebook was hacked,
then suspended, in fact,
‘twas a phishing attack, spy bots blow! 🤬
~kat
For Jane Dougherty, a true story, regrettably, a la Florescence. I’m afraid I took the bait, having received a message from my grandson who I rarely hear from (first warning, disregarded), I was ever so eager to see what he had sent to me (hooked) only to find that my mistake sent an army of cloned messages to everyone on my friends’ list (so sorry) and finally the cruel chiding from Facebook…suspension. That was my Monday. I’m still reeling! 😫
Florescence Day 11
for a lift every day
draw the blinds up, away
’cause all work and no play is a chore
~kat
Another Florescence for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poem Challenge. This is my oasis…my respite from the deadlines, boring meetings, missed lunches at my 9-5. I have spent years doing what I do in windowless cubicles, never seeing the light of day, so I am very aware that this is an enormous perk…to be able to see the outside…even if I don’t have time for a stroll to feel the breeze on my face. I have rearranged my office to give me a side view out and I have decided to draw the shades up to the ceiling, giving me a full floor to ceiling view. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. What a lift it gives me to see daylight every day. Hope you have a window view in your corner of the world…even for a brief moment or two. It makes all the difference!
Future Self – NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 11
“Tell me where would you like to be five years from now?”
It’s a standard question posed
at interviews and seminars, one
that swallows me whole into
glaring sheets of paper, pen at
the ready, its ball head scratching
out the reality of my aspiration-less
existence in congealed blue-black
ink blots, truth on display, empty,
thoughtless nothingness.
All I know for certain is
now, perhaps I am
jaded, hesitant,
to scribble pipe dreams on
a page that history has proved,
my history, that plans mean
nothing, because change has
the upper hand; the fates and
karma and this, “The best laid
plans…” you know. I am a
mouse, black eyes bulging,
nibbling nervously on
scrap, relieved to be
breathing. Don’t ask me to
consult my future self. I am
much too busy surviving
the moment.
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 11 Prompt: a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions “What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind? If you are a citizen of the “union” that is your body, what is your future “state of the union” address?” (Photo by Alexas_Fotos at Pixabay.com)
Florescence #10
late afternoon sunlight
blusters a bit too bright
one last hurrah, dark night at the gate
~kat
Florescence #10 for Jane Dougherty’s Daily Poetry Challenge.
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